Novel & Cerita Abdul Zanabli

I had to learn that for easy access of my victims. I set the computer down for a moment, staring at the blank search results. Marco Leonardo—a name with weight but no face, no history, and no connections. The lack of information wasn’t just deliberate; it was calculated. Men like him didn’t just erase their tracks—they made sure there was never a trail to begin with.

he inquired. I gave a nod. “Yes. Why?” He extended his hand in front of me and greeted me with a handshake. “Howdy, Zach. Hello, my name is Azrail,” he made a gesture toward the lady sitting next to him. “Her name is Dabria, and we’ll pick you up and transport you to the site of the Live Suicide.” “Nice to meet you,” was all I could say since the inertia of the situation had not yet dawned on me. Apart from the fact that this limited edition automobile was in front of me, I couldn’t believe Live Suicide existed in the world at all.

Annabella announced as she entered only to meet Cindy,her childhood friend sitting in front of the TV looking so serious "What's going on? Why so serious?" Annabella asked and sat down and tried watching but she couldn't understand a thing "What's that?" She asked "What do you mean? Don't tell me you don't know,WEB ZONE is launching their latest gadget tomorrow..S9!!!" Cindy screamed so loud that Annabella had to close her ear "Wow" she muttered,now getting what the news is about "I can't believe this,I've not even used S1 and now S9?" Cindy faked a tear

Zariah tells us. "You know, you're kind of weird," Brynn observes. "Noted." Looking out the window to where Zariah had pointed to the girl she was talking about, I noticed those dark features about her, that honestly made me a little envious. The sleekness of her hair is something I would never achieve on my own. "Watch out from Alani Prelich over there...Her father is the commander of one of the most notorious armies in the Power Pack," Zariah warns me, and I shiver, as she glances up, so I can see the darkness of her eyes.

Zain sank into his chair. " Who's the third victim? " He asked his junior. " Mr. Anthony. " He sighed upon hearing the name. He knows the man, and it wasn't something surprising to know everyone when the town was too small. The first victim, Mr. Farooq was his father and uncle's best friend, and the second victim, Mr. Owais was a well-known man in the whole town, he was an Imam and now the third victim, Mr. Anthony was a father.

Abhay barbered. “Don’t panic Mr. Salaskar, I understand,” She said over the phone as Abhay took a breath of relief. “Okay then… be safe and bye,” Abhay said and hung up. Zoya kept the phone back in its place and walked back to the room to get dressed; she picked a piece of paper and tore 3 pieces of it and put them in a jar. “Let’s see how many attempts you can dodge Kabir Oberoi, from today with each breath I will only plan to kill you, just one chance and you are out,” She said to herself before she took the injection and started to get ready.

"Aghhh! I'm tired of hearing that... I agree that you don't like him but please, don't hate him, else? You'll end up being hurt and commiting sins to yourself, ehn?" "Say whatever, I know the truth is bitter..." "Well, how was the date, give me all the gists... what happened?" "It's something I don't want to talk about right now. Infact, I've decided to keep the whole story to myself but..." "But what, zainab. Please, tell me whatever happened yesterday." I looked more curious. "His name was Fahad Fuhad. He's 6 feet tall, dark in complexion and a managing director of Dangoté Business Company. After we had dinner, I don't know what happened... I felt so dizzy and my heart began to hurt."

-------------------Los Angeles, California. -----------------------------------Khalid's Condo, next morning, 10:00am. Zarah I stood patiently waiting for Khalid outside his condo after knocking on his door. The poor guy was still sober after losing his job and of course he was feeling horrible now after losing his daughter. The cute little baby I saw back in Malaysia was killed in a bomb blast. Some people were honestly heartless and cruel. A lot of people were lost in the bomb blast and according to sir Khalid, the person's cause for doing this was all for revenge.

"On what charges are you arresting me?" "Aiding and abetting a criminal," he said. "And for the murder of one Sa'ada Abdulraheem." Zainab turned to face Adnan, her eyes vacant as the man put the handcuffs on her while reciting her rights to her. Her smile was cynical, her lips curved in a smirk. "Well played, Adnan," she said as he led her away. "Well played indeed." *

If I stopped picturing Zahur, stopped picturing the way Paige looked when I first got her back, maybe I could be the don who planned the successful assault on the Mansion again. “If it’s a numbers game,” Stan said, “maybe we can get numbers on his side of the map?” Killian nodded. “You already have Mostafa. Does Mostafa know anyone? Does Zahur have any enemies?” “We’ve tried that route,” I said. “Lyle spent three months just digging on people who hate Zahur in Cairo, then Egypt, then all of Africa. Either Zahur’s a goddamn bunny rabbit to everyone but me and the women he kidnaps, or he knows how to shut those people up.”